Guess all good things have an expiry date. Online chatrooms served a purpose in my life. I think now it only brings out the worst in me. Maybe it’s time. Not sure though
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It’s a fight between your hypothalamus and prefrontal cortex all along - Your id and super ego.
You can’t be too primitive or too civilized/controlled.
To enjoy life, stay alive, thrive, you need balance.
Deep down our wicked fantasies is grief and regret, of not having lived life to the fullest, of feeling trapped and being too afraid or unmotivated to change things.
Older PC games on modern technology, or modern PC games on CRT monitors, feel so surreal
Is it experience with age, or have I spent too much time on the internet? Nothing shocks me anymore
Metacognition is a great skill to have while dealing with mental illnesses - to put yourself at a vantage point, observe yourself and name the issue, while your mind slowly warps your sense of reality
One day, this post wall will be archived as a legacy of my original thoughts.
Greatness doesn’t need people’s acknowledgement.
I like games. And trying to charm a woman is a game
it’s like poker - a game of chance with some skill.
No wonder I’m addicted to it.
I married a woman I love to the deepest core of my heart, but she doesn’t have big breasts. It’s still better than marrying a woman with big breasts but a shitty personality.
Big breasts entice me, but their absence is something that I can live with. Love requires tradeoffs. Can’t have the cake and eat it too.
Imagine 10 friends deciding on not to eat cake. You stay true to your word and restrict your life experiences just to find out 7 of them ate cake behind your back.
That’s what I think about all the Humanitarianism - How would me stopping watching porn reduce porn demand across the world?
Some causes are too big and too noble. Sometimes, you just have to survive and ditch your ideals no matter what.
People just look at your outer shell, they may not judge books by covers, but they do judge you by your surface level traits.
You’ll never know the 99.9999% of world’s population in your lifetime anyway, so why bother? Just let them fucking be
You might think people ignore you, but they’re mostly preoccupied with their own fucked up life situations, zoning out in regret and trauma, pretending everything’s all right to near-perfect delusion.
Trust me, they just don’t have capacity for attention. You’re very low in their priority list, so just let them be and focus on yourself.
What do you call the Canadian PM who fell into a bowl of kneaded flour?
- Just in True Dough
What do you call an adolescent Prime Minister of Canada?
- Just-a-Teen Trudeau
What’s that saying again? Needs are the mother of desperation
Addiction is rarely about the substance being abused. It’s most definitely about problems you’re ignoring and desperate to run away from.
Anybody play Meccha Chameleon here? I’m watching reels on people’s innocent attempts to hide and it’s cracking me up
Don’t take yourself seriously. Why do you need self-esteem, like, why do you need to respect yourself at all? You are you, with all your flaws and qualities.
If you stop asking for your own approval of you, you’ll naturally stop asking for other people’s approval.
Giving any fucking one (including you) power over yourself is the lowest leverage move.
I live on a 23rd-floor apartment and constantly have intrusive thoughts of jumping off the balcony despite everything going perfectly fine
I like my girls like elevators - They take in multiples and still take you down. -
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